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kissed my nose. It
was a silly gesture. And sweet. And it made my heart go pitter-patter.
    He eased me off his lap. “I suppose that wasn’t helping.”
    “It wasn’t hurting either.”
    He laughed. How I adored that sound. I hoped I’d hear it for
many months, many years. “Bristol, I’m so very glad we ran into each other that
day.”
    “Me too, Shane.”

Chapter 3
    The rest of the drive was pure agony. We’d had such a nice
conversation in the car, I was feeling closer to Shane than I’d ever felt. He
was opening up to me, letting me see glimpses of the man he really was—the one
some people, like Alexis, might never see. I felt like I was the luckiest woman
alive.
    When the car rolled to a stop outside of his house, he gave
me a wicked I’m-going-to-eat-you-up look and every cell in my body ignited. Oh
yes, this was going to be a night to remember.
    Shane started things off by saying, “I have something very
special planned for you tonight.”
    “I can’t wait.”
    In, we went. In the front door, down the hallway, to the
room he’d shown me on our first date. That night I’d called it his torture room.
But after a brief introduction to the pleasures that room promised, I’d
re-named the room the pleasure palace, even though I was fully aware of the
fact that there would be times when I was punished instead of pleasured. It was
all part of the game. And, as I was beginning to understand, the anticipation
of a punishment was almost as thrilling as the anticipation of pleasure. The
punishment added a level of danger to my experiences. It turned out, I kind of
liked that.
    “This way.” As I’d come to expect, Shane placed a hand on
the small of my back. With a little pressure right or left, he steered me
around the bulky bondage furniture toward the big X-like structure at the very
back of the room. My gaze followed the line of the wooden beams, up to each
corner then down to the ground. At the ends were big silver loops. And there
were leather cuffs chained to them. I pretty much knew what those cuffs were
for.
    My wrists and ankles.
    “Undress.” His voice had taken on that sharp edge that made
my tissues heat up. I just loved it when Shane shifted from sweet and open man to
demanding dom. It was so freaking sexy.
    Feeling a smile pull at my lips, I turned my back to him.
“Would you please unzip me?”
    He pulled the zipper down, but to my disappointment, he
didn’t touch me.
    He’s building anticipation.
    Despite the fact that he hadn’t touched me, outside of that
one hand on my back, my skin tingled everywhere. I turned around, facing him,
and let my dress slide off my shoulders.
    I swear flames flashed in his dark eyes.
    The beaded silk garment shimmied down my body, catching on
my hips. I gave it a little push and down it fell, forming a puddle of
expensive silk on the floor. Wearing my crotch-less panties and a lace bra, I
stepped out of the dress and bent over to pick it up.
    “No,” he snapped. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
    Fighting a grin, I straightened back up. I still had a lot
to learn about this domination and submission stuff. We’d had some other issues
to work out the last few weeks and had spent very little time here. I still felt
a little out of my element, unsure.
    “I’m sorry,” I said.
    Shane circled me, stopping to pick up my dress. He draped it
over a nearby bondage chair thing then continued his three sixty around me. He
moved slowly, deliberately. As he prowled around me, he reminded me of a jungle
cat. Like a big cat, quiet strength emanated from him. And danger. He was
deliciously dangerous. “This way.” Touching me very softly, he moved me into
position to be restrained. Back to the cross. Arms up and out in a wide vee,
legs spread. Before securing my arms, he unfastened my bra. He left it on,
hanging from the shoulder straps.
    My heart started pounding as he secured one cuff around my
wrist. It didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t afraid. But I was anxious,